Happy Such As My Love Life Poem by Natasa To

I was happy with my friend:
I told my friend, my friend did end.
I was smile with myself:
I told it not, my love life did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Evening and morning with my tears;
and I told it with smiles,
And with soft love life.

And it grew both day and night;
till it bore an apple leaves.
And my face beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was him,

And into my backyard stole
When the night had hope;
In the morning glad I see
My sunshine was beneath the tree.